Free wheel


Free wheel. Graphic: DWV

Free wheel


I am not rotating,

spokes radiating from me, do.

Spoken words

orbit around me,

galaxies swirling

around a black hole,

too small to imagine,

too big to understand.


I am not rotating.

Spokes revolve relentlessly on their bearings.

They radiate from me,

spoken words,

irrevocably, inexorably.


And I am moving

through the waning and waxing

of time,

forward or backward.

Do I really move?

About kruger01

Poet, author, translator Grandfather of five. Bonsai grower.
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